Home. There is truly nothing like home. Home isn't just the place where we live, can we all even call our houses homes? Home is where we are truly ourselves, where we feel safe against the World outside.
This Christmas is giving me a felling of nostalgia and desolation. It is about mourning my sense of brotherhood with the world. Where is it? Why do so few care?
Welcome, September! I just love the crisp air in the morning, how things appear more multi-faced, more magical and more real at the same time under the crystalline Autumn light.
Umbria in Spring. A sudden explosion of Nature. No slow creeping up of the warm sun rays... Oh no, rather a blast of hot honeycomb light!
The problem with January is that, finished the time of parties, of sparkling lights, of Christmas trees with colourful baubles, of dinners with friends, drinks and laughs, going to bed late, waking up even later...
Christmas is approaching. Once again glitzy lights bringing us back to those wonderful childhood emotions. I, even more than a child, feel my heart fill up with joy and expectations...
Here we are inevitably back to my fairy tales. Last Saturday and Sunday evening our little drama school, La Compagnia del Sole, put up another one of its masterpieces.